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The sea-green dragoness had her reservations about tonight but, as he always did, Seraph seemed be in such a good mood that she couldn't bring herself to say anything. The big red male had said he wanted to take her out dancing which should be a nice change of pace at least. Their relationship had changed so much in the past month that it was hard not to think about it. She kept herself busy most of the time, not giving herself the opportunity to dwell on the changes and Ser seemed just as happy to let things continue on.

But not thinking about what had happened also kept her from exploring the strange mixture of emotions that always bubbled to the surface as well. She still loved him... somehow, still wanted nothing more than his happiness and yet...

Her mate shifted his altitude, swinging around in a wide arch as he started his descent. Thankful for the distraction, Tasha allowed herself to concentrate on her landing and little else. The structure was large, built to be comfortable for creatures of their size. The rooftop cradled a large glass dome and within it was dark with lights of different colors flickered and swayed. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of 'dance' she was being brought too.

A collection of different shaped and sized species congregated outside in clusters. The white dragoness gave them a brief eyeing over, curiosity perked by the number of creatures with glowing pieces. Some wore clothing with powered lights, others dawned glow sticks and rings while the most fanciful of the patrons decorated themselves in luminescent paint spiking tips of fur or swirled with decorative tattoos.

Her mate had made all the arrangements and they were admitted in without fuss. The two feral dragons had to pass through three sets of doors, each one incrementally increasing the volume of music. A heavy techno beat thrummed in the air as they finally stepped inside. The club was low-lit with the DJ at the far end controlling the rhythm and sway of an entire mosh pit of glow-luminated creatures. The energy in the building was infectious and, even with her apprehensions, Tasha could feel the urge to sway with the beat.

Seraph's stature gave him a great view of the field of bodies, his striking eyes washing over the field of bodies, taking in the view. His hind end was already bouncing a little. Glancing back at his mate, the big male let off a sly toothy grin that would have given her pause if she'd caught it. But as she shifted to face him, he simply turned his head and padded off. Like a puppy, the green-tinted female padded to catch up and remained beside her mate as they made their way into the crowd.

The red drake led his lover toward one of the less occupied bars. Once to the front, Ser made his order while Tasha sat with tail curled around her hind leg, eyes scanning the horizon.

"First time here?" A nearby voice caught her attention but the question had not been directed at her. The big red drake curled his body halfway back, his radiant cerulean eyes coming in contact with the striking green of a young and very naked anthro gryphoness.

Despite being of the feral variety himself, her feminine features were made quite obvious to him. This particular patron had painted her rather mute light grey and black feathers with a striking array of blue and red glowpaint. Each of her wing feathers had been dipped in red as well as the line of her beak and talons while the shapely curves of her body had been prominently outlined with a deep rich sapphire glow.

The male's eyes gave the newcomer a once-over before he swung his entire body around and relaxed against the bar shelf. There was something about his posture and mood that caused a lump to form in Tasha's throat.

"Not at all, I used to come here all the time in my heyday." He rumbled, accepting his drink from the bartender. She lifted her beak, trying to determine what the big male was having.

"Not anymore?" She queried with adorable interest.

"There've been... complications keeping me from attending these lovely events." Tasha's ears drooped at the emphasis. The gryphoness remained innocently unaware of the innuendo but Tasha understood who that was directed at. "But I'm here to enjoy myself now." He nodded in conclusion, swallowing a gulp of his beverage.

With paws folded behind her back, the lovely lady gave the big male a playful grin. "Oh? You look rather... underdressed for this party though."

He was naked though, thought Tasha. Ferals didn't typically wear much of anything and, in fact, very little clothing was worn at all here she noticed, feeling as if there was an entire other conversation going on she wasn't privy to. But her mate understood, she could tell by the toothy grin that curled at the corner of his snout.

He played innocent however, eyes flicking from her to himself, pretending as if he'd just realized his mistake. "My my, it seems that I am." The large male extending his forearm, drink in hand, before his mate. He didn't turn to look at her or ask if she'd hold it, the motion was so casual and the result so expected that Tasha couldn't help but hold the glass for him by reflex. "Though you seem to have more than enough for the two of us-" He leaned in close, taking in her scent while drawing the back of a talon across the curve of her smooth breast flesh. "-mind if I wear you for a while?"

Their eyes locked, each with a playful smirk on their faces. The gryphon fem's paws came up to pet and caress the much larger paw, allowing and even encouraging him to touch her further. Ser had little trouble following her advice in the matter, his paw able to cup and caress the entire mound, pressing its silky soft surface into the palm of his hand. Tasha watched dumbstruck, her mind swimming with confusion.

Ser certainly had a dragon-sized libido and a fetish for other females but it had always been in seclusion. The shame of knowing her mate enjoyed other women had been her private burden but... here? No one knew here knew they were mates but she didn't know if that made her feel better or worse. If she just kept quiet maybe...

"So who's that?" The question was directed at Seraph but the subject was directed at her.

She had her arms up to rub at his scaly chest and limbs, her back to his belly. The large radiant male looked up from his perch, having slid around behind the young attractive hen so he could more easily use both paws on those lovely soft mounds. Their eyes met for but a moment before he swung his head back down to nuzzle into the side of her head and neck.

"No one important." He replied with such dismissive conviction that the gryphoness was left with no room to misinterpret the meaning.

To Tasha it was like having a dagger of ice driven through the heart. The feathery female wasn't the only one to feel the meaning of his words. For the briefest moment her mind seemed to go completely blank, the blow to her fragile shell of doubt and hope so strong that her normally peaceful eyes washed over with an ink-like blot of soupy black. No one else would bear witness to the moment of chaos however, the breaking point of one innocent little girl quickly swept away into an unstable mix of orange distress.

By the time she'd regained some sense of herself, the two lusty lovers were locked together in a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss, Ser's larger muzzle fitting almost completely over the smaller female's beak as he explored her mouth and throat for his own indulgence. The young bird shivered violently in pleasure as she was caressed so intimately, her body violated by those groping paws and long flexible tongue. Clean colors continued to flash across Tasha's eyes as she stood there, watching her mate play with another female once again, her body feeling both hot and numb at the same time.

She had no idea how long the two went at it but the song thrumming in the background had changed at least once when the two jaws slowly disentangled, Ser's long serpentine tongue dislodging itself from the pretty little girl with a toothy grin. Her eyes remained closed in delight for a long moment as she slowly closed her beak and looked up at the gorgeous drake. A strand of saliva strung from his tonguetip to her lips which she casually licked away.

The glowing gryph was so absorbed in the moment that she was caught quite by surprise with the big male shifted his hips and slid his fully stiff erection right between her furry legs. She stiffened and hissed, squeezing her legs together but he simply continued to press forward, sliding his pre-coated length all the way, coating her inner thighs with his lusty juices. Her eyes went wide as she took in the full length and girth of his fleshy pink shaft, feeling the violet ridges currently nestled against her crotch.

Her red-glowing talon tips reached out as if to grip him, then backed away as if afraid to touch. He chuckled deep in his chest, the sound even more vibrant and powerful in her fairly venerable position.

"Go on." He spoke encouragingly, watching her paws tentively wrap around his thick log of flesh. "Mmm, even better than my mate." He added casually as an afterthought. The small gryphoness slowed her ministrations slightly at the mention of a significant other.

"You have a mate?" She queried, a bit puzzled but too aroused to stop her tactile exploration of the expanse of dragonflesh. He just quirked a grin.

"Like I said, she's of no importance." He rumbled, reinforcing his earlier statement.

It took a moment for all the clues to fall into place but when it clicked, those lovely green avian eyes came to look upon the green dragoness, realizing at that moment that she was fondling and rubbing another woman's mate. Tasha was most defiantly aware of that fact as well but other than her flatly pressed ears and unhappy eyes, she simply sat there, still holding Seraph's drink.

The tingling of doubt would soon be washed away as the big male's tongue slithered up under her breasts, lifting the perky mounds and cradling them for a time while his hips slowly rocked back and forth, sawing that hefty log of drakeflesh between her legs. There were guys at the bar watching the two of them and girls huddled, giggling and pointing. This sort of thing didn't happen often but it did happen and some of them were beginning to put the pieces together as well.

"How much do you think you can take?" He purred in her ear, one paw resuming molesting her now wet breasts while the other slid down between her legs, rubbing her lower tummy. He held her in place as the great drake pulled back all the way, waited for just a moment and then leaned forward again, purposefully grinding his bare flesh against her nether lips. "I'll bet you're easily as good as she is." The red male shifted his head to the other side and nudged it toward his mate in indication, whispering just loud enough for Tasha to hear.

The long slick drakehood slipped away once again only this time, as he pressed back, the big drake purposefully let his tapered tip catch against the little gryphon's slit before teasingly slipping away, pressing between her legs for a third time. She shivered and huffed with a soft moan of desire, her paws clinging to the big drake's neck.

"Are you sure?" She gave one last half-hearted effort to be certain but the large drake just smirked.

"Oh I'm quite certain your better than Tasha-" He thrummed darkly, sliding that gorgeous shaft all the way back before sliding his paw between her legs, V-ing her nether lips open to show of the tender pink flesh within to at least one dragoness in particular. "-but let's find out for sure shall we?"

With his prize on display, the horny drake eased his hips forward, watching with great delight as those young, tender folds slowly eased open around his bare tip. She hissed and clung to his arm but didn't fight his intrusion, her eyes half lidded as her body was invaded by a drooling log of drakeflesh. The needy male fed his shaft into this young hen purposefully, wanting Tasha to watch another young girl slowly stretch and mold to the shape of his shaft. He knew she'd sit there and take it just like she'd done all the other times...

And she did despite the angry, excited confusion that pumped through her veins; she sat there in defeat, watching her mate make love to another woman, vividly aware of the eyes on them both. She could only imagine what they were whispering about as the big red curled a paw up under the lithe gryphoness' hip and hoisted it up off the ground, opening her up for an even more vivid sexual assault. It gave her some satisfaction to see he could only get halfway inside the tight little hen but what gratification she might have garnished was wholly muted by the moans and growls of pleasure coming from the two as they began rutting there on the floor.

Held upright, balance on one leg, Ser had little trouble sliding his engorged flesh in and out of the young bird. The motions were slow at first the two getting used to one another but as the crowd grew, the rhythm began to match with the hard chest-thumping beat in the background. There was an intense pleasure in being the center of attention, of having all eyes focused on him while indulging in a forbidden passion publically right in front of the one female in all the world he should be doing this sort of thing with.

The large draconic paw at her chest remained ever vigilant, groping and squeezing, fondling the poor hen as she rocked against the great drake, her chest flesh bouncing and bobbing, cradled in the tender but powerful grip of a male she'd only met. Seraph kept her on edge at all times, suckling and gently squeezing her pert perky nipples while changing the pace of his vulgar motions.

She came at least twice before he did. With her sloppy silken folds wrapped so tightly around his bare flesh, it wasn't hard for him to feel the muscular convulsions that rippled though her form. She didn't complain as he pounded her through one orgasm and straight into another, her beak agape as she panted with voiceless squeaks and squawks. His own seedy climax was fast approaching, his eyes occasionally flicking up to be sure his poor innocent mate was still there 'enjoying' the show.

The knot of pleasure in his loins grew like a rolling snowball, building upon itself with so many intricate layers. With her lifted leg arched back and pressed against her hip, the big drake took his golden strokes. There was nothing more satisfying than the moment of release and he took his time to enjoy it. He only hated that he had to hold back, unable to stuff every ridge at the base of his member into this lovely little bird and feel her straining to take all of him.

But the utter satisfaction of that first thick lance of seed shooting up through his drakehood and surging across this young hen's vent was no less pleasurable. With each powerful beat of his excited heart, the needy male fired off again and again, filling the glowing girl up in seconds. It didn't matter that she couldn't hold any more, he wasn't holding back, letting the excess backwash down tunnel and ooze out around the corners her well stuffed slit. Thick stringy globs of mixed male fluid slopped to the floor, pooling on the ground as he came quite copiously.

The young bird's tense frame clung with gritted beak and squeezed eyes as she felt the intense fullness of having her undertail utterly plastered with dragon sperm, waves of blissful ecstasy making her head throb with an almost painful intensity. And through it all, poor Tasha watched her mate's powerful cum-delivering vein pulse energetically, seeding another female with more energy and eagerness than she'd felt with him in months.

The freshly fucked hen stood on shaky legs as she tried to recover herself after such an intense ordeal. To her great relief, Ser seemed to be in no rush and let the pretty girl take her time in regaining her composure- which was no easy task with a foot of dragon cock lodged between her sore, sticky thighs. Only once she seemed ready to stand on her own two legs did the big male slowly dislodge himself from the lovely lady. The soft suckling sound of her tight undertail finally releasing the great drake was only slightly less embarrassing then the hot glob of seedy fluid that drooled from her no longer corked slit.

Despite the snickers and wolf whistles coming from the crowd, the sensation was utterly erotic as she was guided, waddling away from the puddle of mess they'd made. Given high praise from the freshly sated male, the unnamed gryphoness took her leave to find a restroom to clean up at.

It was done, the act was over and Tasha had survived the confusing jumble of lustful, angry emotions once more. It was different this time though she wasn't sure how. She was going to give him his drink back when the big red swung around and propped himself up on the bar, ordering another over his shoulder before engaging in conversation with one of the spectators. She set the drink aside mechanically, eyes staring blankly into the puddle of cum left on the floor as she tried to wade through the emotional turmoil bubbling in the back of her mind.

"Of course, all the time." The volume of Ser's voice hadn't changed but for some reason she heard him speak this time.

"Really? And she's okay with it?" His current conversational companion was a long, slender wingless drake, of blue scales but of a dark navy color, molted with faded blue-white spots and a dark peach underbelly. Short black horns wept back from his head and youthful but not young salmon orange eyes looked up at her mate with admiration. He'd painted his white spots with a dot of paint giving him an almost naturally bioluminescent look that was quite pleasing.

"It's not really a matter of being okay with it, she just can't keep up-" He spoke sidelong about Tasha while eyeing the shy raptoress at his side. "-so I have to find other girls more... suited to the task." She felt a twinge of subconscious pain, an echo of the breakdown she'd experienced before.

The feathered raptor girl, however, flushed slightly, quite aware that that particular comment was directed specifically at her. She was a beauty of a beast, her plumage a clean, snowy white dusted with charcoal grey tips and an undertone of healthy earthy russet. Seraph made no guise to hide his interest in her but he wouldn't make a move on another's mate... unless they wanted it...

"What about you?" He rumbled down at the smaller drake before taking a sip of his drink. "Ever tried someone other than your lovely lady here?" He purred, sliding a claw across the curve of her angular snout, enjoying the positive reaction he got from her. The large dragon couldn't help but wonder if she were as interested in him as he was in her.

"Actually..." He fidgeted for a moment, debating whether to continue or not. "About a month or so ago we had a pair of gryphons over for a bit of fun. Good friends and all." He added as if that explained everything. Seraph just nodded with a toothy grin.

"Oh I know all about 'good friends'. I've had Kandis, uh Tasha's best friend-" He added for clarification, "-over every night for the past week." There was a smug look on his impressive muzzle as he took another sip. The wingless drake's tail wagged, wide eyed.

"Oh wow! Fooling around with a different species is one thing but... Having sex with another dragon..." His soft murr of approval made Ser smirk. There were certain risks involved with leaving his seed under the tail of another dragoness but when it came to a good rut, it was of his opinion that the risks where hers to take. His eyes glazed over Tasha, sitting there all by herself on the edge of the crowd when just a whisper of an idea seemed to pass over the forefront of his thoughts.

Like a weed the idea took root and, within seconds, blossomed into deliciously dark plan.

"Would you like to?" The words rolled off his tongue without the barest hint of uncertainty. Puzzled, the smaller drake tilted his head to the side as he spoke.

"Like to what?" His confusion was genuine but Seraph just smiled in that assertive, alluring way.

"Would you like to have sex with another dragon?"

The little male blinked, not quite sure what his larger counterpart was implying. The idea instantly sent a rush of blood to his lower head but he was cautiously optimistic as he spoke. "What did you have in mind?"

A devious little smirk curled at the corner of his maw. "You can take Tasha for a ride and I'll... entertain your lovely lady while you're busy."

Tasha nearly bawked at the suggestion. Her mind whirled with indignity as she sat up but the look of excited anticipation on his face made the red anger in her face falter into a more muted distress. Not only was Seraph's implied entertainment hardly misinterpreted with his still stiff, wet erection prodding the air between his legs but he'd forced her back to the wall. The smaller drake seemed instantly taken with the idea, public, exotic and dangerous as it might be.

"Of course, only if you are alright with it my lady." He spoke to the raptoress, putting on an air of regal dignity belied by the scent of rutted gryphoness still clinging to his arousal.

Tasha's features drooped. How did it come to be that this stranger had been given the choice to decline but not his own mate? The wingless male's eyes met with his raptoress' and he grinned at her sheepish but roused smile, slipping past the two toward the turquoise female when she nodded her own acceptance.

Ser's grin grew toothy as the two lovers parted ways leaving the large, roused male alone with his new playmate. Well, as alone as being surrounded by a crowd of interested onlookers could be. He purred and caressed her feathered hide, gently, casually in an effort to help relax the tense female. It was all new to her, the idea, the species, the location; but odd as it might be to propose changing partners in a club, it also made her quiet hot. Somehow she doubted anyone here would argue with the big male and her partner had always wanted to try a dragoness.

Try a dragoness? That was a strange sentiment to come across but, as she gazed back at the large draconic shaft hanging fully erect between the ruby drake's legs still glossy with the remnants of his earlier experience. They were all just trying something new.

Except Tasha. She hated all of it, the soft heady purr of the smaller male as he slid his paw over her soft smooth hide, the way Seraph gazed lustfully over the raptoress' body, even the thrumming beat heavy in the background no longer held any joy for her. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to say no. It was within her power, all it would take is to push this stranger away and walk out! But like all the times before, her body would do no such thing; partly aroused, partly ashamed, partly too deeply in love with Ser to be the one to take away his pleasure. So she stood there silent, resolute, and desperate as this strange male's paws began stroking over the curve of her haunches in curious, lewd fashion.

A grin tugged at the corner of Seraph's snout as maneuvered himself fully overtop the smaller girl, his large body about twice as big as hers. His paws curled around her throat, brushing and stroking upward, encouraging the cute little hen to lift her snout. She followed his ministrations, slowly lifting and exposing her neck but it was only after her eyes finally followed suit that she saw the lustful, dirty look on his face. She couldn't help but blush as he came down on her, enveloping the smaller female in a hot, sloppy kiss.

The flush of jealous arousal that washed through Tasha as she watched her mate make out with another woman was cooled somewhat by the tender, curious paws of the drake behind her. He'd found the object of his desire, those nice wide draconic hips hiding a tantalizing secret that his snout moved in to explore. She had no intention of helping him with this debase act but neither did she fight him, her mind focused on watching Seraph torture her with another female. As his nose wedge up under her tail, the long thick appendage instinctively arched up and, despite her seemingly otherwise unmoved position on the matter, he took the motion as an invitation to explore further.

Ser let the kiss linger while his paws roamed over the finely feathered form currently cradled in his paws. She was soft, eloquent and a size that made him drip with anticipation. In all his years of chasing tail, he'd never had a raptor before and the wait was almost painful. As he withdrew from the heated embrace, he could feel her hot huff of desire, his tongue slipping from her throat with a long strand of saliva stringing between them. At the same time, the paw down along her belly had found the soft spot between her hinds and framed it between his talons, rubbing either side of that aroused, puffy slit.

The great dragon applied a little pressure as he rubbed, pressing his nose to the back, both to breath deep of her alluring scent and to encourage the smaller female to lean forward. She complied readily, her small feathered forearms providing a comfortable cushion as that long counter-balancing tail found itself naturally hiked. The shiver of anticipation that rocked the little raptoress' body as his wet, tapered tip brushed against her vent was a tempting delight.

"Did you cum already?" He prrrred with a toothy grin, V-ing her sex just enough to rub his moist tip long her sensitive inner flesh. She only blushed in response. "I just hope your mate can get at least some pleasure out of Tasha too." The raptoress had her eyes closed, simply indulging in the sensation of having her vent stroked by such a massive, sexy beast.

Even if she hadn't caught the inflection, Tasha certainly had. She might have puffed up with indignity if not for the tongue probing her undertail. He had his little paws pressed at either side of her slit, holding it open as he got his first taste of dragoness. A wolf-whistle rang out in the crowd somewhere behind her making the green dragoness keenly aware of just how much she was being put on display. There was undoubtly pleasure somewhere in the act but it was buried under the rage of emotions and indignity she was suffering. The dark blue wingless drake seemed oblivious to her inner struggles, content simply to have his nose buried in the sweet sex of a healthy female.

Seraph always enjoyed these little moments of foreplay, they made the act all the sweeter; bonus points for having Tasha there watching, waiting in tense anticipation. But her hopes would be no more realized here than they had been with any other female. He'd intended to tease and play a little longer but when the smaller raptoress leaned back and pressed an inch or so of his bare drakehood into her warm, inviting slit, he found his intentions changed rather suddenly.

No longer needing a guide, he let his paws slip around those lovely, feathery hips and slowly drew his partner back, easing her hot, eager vent over the length of his exposed flesh one delicious inch at a time. The utter satisfaction emanating from the two seemed almost palpable as Tasha watched with a sinking feeling. Despite being half as big she was perfectly sized; her firm inner walls gave way slowly and with and required just enough effort to let the horny drake pry his prize open all the way in. The long needy hissing noise echoing from the two mating lizards twined together like a lustful serpent that squeezed around Tasha's heart.

Meanwhile, the smaller blue drake had taken a moment to stand behind his dragoness and watch the lewd act unfold with a toothy grin. Unlike Seraph's partner, he had no issue with his mate enjoying other males- or females if she ever had the inclination and watching that tapered dragonflesh slowly disappear beneath the confines of a tail he knew so well only made his own erection that much more eager to try out this new vent for himself. With her tail still hiked, the smaller male slipped up on top of the larger female, never missing a chance to rub and tease his playmate.

She was wet, though whether that was from his oral attention, the thick potent scent of sex on the air or her own denied arousal was impossible to tell. She ignored it all anyway, stifling the little whimper that threatened to creep out of her throat as she watch Ser sheath himself within a stranger. What worried Tasha only encouraged the smaller wingless male as he took up position on her back, hind paws gripping her haunches and forepaws on her shoulders. With a sudden rock of his weight forward, the little drake pressed his lovely female's chest to the ground, poor Tasha slipping on the leftover cum from her mate's gryphon-play.

The smaller blue's body straddled her tail, keeping it stretched back as far as it would go with his dripping arousal hanging just above her very exposed undertail. She could hear the whispers, sneers and snickers, the comments of other males and the dirty comments about how 'willing she was'. Her pride wanted to snap back and explain the situation but no words would come from her maw as the smaller male curled his tail between her raised haunches and pressed into the soft, vulnerable pink netherlips.

It occurred to him that perhaps he should have asked for a condom. But, as he felt the hot delicate walls of a dragoness envelope his drakehood, he couldn't bring himself to chance spoiling the sensation. Surely if there were any real danger one of them would have said something by now right? It was easy enough to justify as he gripped her haunches even more tightly and rolled his hips forward, pressing deeper into the tense, squeezing confines of the green female, working his bare, unprotected length as far into her as he could get it.

By now Tasha felt like an uncertain, caged animal. Before her eyes stood the bright brilliant form of her lover and mate crotch-deep within another woman and on her back rested the eager counterpart to this sexual tryst. She hated it, and loved it on some denied level. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she watched Seraph fall into a slow, smooth rhythm of rutting the raptoress. Soft guttural growls of lusty pleasure rolled from his chest as his body worked against her. The feathery female was not only taking every rock and thrust but giving herself wholly to the experience. Those soft plush hips cushioned each impact as Ser went to town.

To add insult to injury, the male on her back was having just as much fun plowing her own undertail, rubbing her chest into the slimy sex fluids from his previous rutting. She could feel his tail swing back and forth to help him drive in and out, giving a good show to all the onlookers. Tasha's rutting had become just as much as an attraction as Seraph's energetic display, each of them with a unique partner and posture. Some even moved through the crowd to get better vantage points and more than once she felt the sudden flash of a camera strobe over her body leaving the poor girl with a hot flush of embarrassment to wash through her frame.

By now the great red drake had lost his senses within the primal experience. She was utterly perfect in every way; just deep enough to take him to the base, just tight enough to hug his every inch, just shy enough to squeeze around him any time he did something unexpected and just curious enough to let him have his way with her. As the seconds moved to minutes, the big male could feel his pleasure rising. He wasn't holding back, just holding her as his hips rolled forward and back, putting his weight into pounding this lovely female. His maw drooped slightly, drooling slightly from the pleasure of the moment as he clung to the little hen.

Her soft silken insides rippled with pleasure as he held nothing back. Neither the crowd nor beat nor mating partners made any difference to the two as they shared a moment of intense bliss. She had cum more times than she could keep up with, small twitching orgasms that the large red drake denied, forcing them to build upon one another stroke after stroke, thrust after thrust. It could have been minutes or hours and she knew she'd be sore after this encounter but it mattered not. She panted and made a sound crossed between a growl and a moan, blushing at the comments of how hot and cute she was being made by a few observers.

Everything came to a head so suddenly, she nearly missed it. Without warning a pair of powerful jaws came down around her neck, holding her neck stretched out firmly as the big drake drilled his tapered, ribbed member into her slit. Ser's eyes were closed as he indulged in these last few moments of bliss as his cock flared shooting a wave of thick sticky seed deep under the tail of this glorious female followed by another and another as he came quite copiously. His body twitched and shuddered with each blast of hot thick semen left lodged within that tight little vent.

Neither male she'd taken before could do what this great beast could; the sheer quantity of sperm being poured into her vent was like breakwater against a dam. With each rush his body twitched and with each twitch she spasmed. The rippling effect of male convulsion, ejaculation, liquid impact and pleasurable female contraction felt like a unified wave as the two shuddered in ecstasy. Long before he had finished unloading within the little hen, her belly had rounded slightly under the weight of his release leaving the rest to soak her inner thighs and pool on the floor in spurting gouts.

Tasha would not be spared the indignity of being used either, forced to watch, nose to the ground as her mate let his seed flow freely into another woman once again while the smaller male on her back greedily plunged his own tapered shaft into her unwanting vent. He'd found his rhythm long ago, twisting and churning, rubbing his scent all over and inside her. It'd been a few days since his last mating and, with the way those pretty pink folds caressed his tender flesh, he knew it wouldn't be long.

However, unlike his larger counterpart who had been working almost entirely on instinct, the little male had full control over his facilities and, much to Tasha's despair, drew out the experience far longer than necessary in an attempt to please his female. She could certainly feel his slippery cock diving deep under her tail but she could not acknowledge any pleasure from it. Long slow deep thrusts shifted to quick huffing jabs which, in turn, slowed to long moments of resting buried deep within the wet confines of his dragoness to keep himself from going over too quickly.

Pulling himself completely free, the poor girl was left with a slightly gaping hole with a few strings of lust connecting her slit to that rod of flesh as he shifted to readjust his position. Completely unaware of her embarrassment and discomfort, the wingless drake simply wedged his shaft right back in and resumed where he'd left off, grinding and rubbing his bare arousal against her inner walls at a new angle. As the act wore on, the smaller male found it harder and harder to hold back, his long black-tipped shaft drooling a constant stream of precum.

The personal embarrassment lasted long enough for Seraph to fully finish with his lady, slowly, sensually withdrawing his spent flesh from the smaller raptoress' stretched vent. He groomed her neck with great affection, enjoying the soft huffs and pants that slipped from her throat. Not a dragonlenght away, Tasha's body was being rocked rigorously beneath the insistent motions of a needy male. Stretching his tail out, the great male curled it around his mate's snout and arched it upward, pointing it straight at the vent he'd just filled.

"Ohhh why couldn't you have been a raptor!" He growled lustfully just as his shaft slid free letting a healthy glob of his freshly planted seed fall from her yawning vent right after. The little feathered female blushed, taking Seraph's words entirely as a compliment but to Tasha it stung. She felt small and wished nothing more but to retreat into herself, but at the moment there was a strange male inside her instead.

The lewd act had gone on long enough that Ser and his partner were entirely done leaving all eyes to watch her. And listen too it seemed; the thrumming base beat in the background seemed a perfect rhythm and the energetic little male took it upon himself to pound away with wet smacks of her hips. He'd gone on just about as long as he could, feeding the ball of tension in his abdomen.

Still holding his mate's snout, Seraph whispered something into the raptoress' ear which made her blush. Her hesitation was brief though as she stood and waddled awkwardly forward. Stepping over her playmate's tail, she wandered forward until she was hovering directly over Tasha's snout, the sharp scent of a freshly rutted female as hard to ignore as the sight of her mate's cum sticking to those matted feathers. Leaning forward she took hold of the wingless male's surprised snout and guided him into another lustful kiss.

Flushed, heart racing and oh-so eager, the smaller drake embraced his lover's muzzle while simultaneously reaching his peek within the lovely lady beneath him. He spared no expense in pumping his cum into another female; it was a sensation he knew he might never experience again and drew every ounce of pleasure he could from it now. He came hard, shuddering and driving his tail flush against Tasha's lifted rump, flooding Seraph's mate with a vigor that she hadn't felt in a very long time. Thick ropes of sperm leapt eagerly from that deeply buried black tip, the needy male working his scent into the hard to reach cracks and crevices of her sex.

His claws gripped the hen beneath him tightly, almost painfully so as his hips jerked with every spit and sputter while he made out with his mate. While he certainly didn't have the same quantity that his larger counterpart could put out, he was still able to give this lovely female a good filling. Again and again she could feel him twitching inside her, bathing her tender, innocent walls with his seed, all the while huffing and panting in her ear with a hardly suppressed groan of lust. He kept at it, hammering away at her unprotected sex until he'd worked every drop he could squeeze out into her, the gooey mess drizzling from her used undertail in long slowly oozing strands of pearly white semen.

Before he dismounted she was forced to endure one last embarrassment as the smaller male curled his tail around her hips, pressing that squishy mess deep into her supple folds. It was meant as an appreciative gesture but all she could think about was the strands of Seraph's cum dripping from the raptoress' undertail. The two lovers murmured and churrred, rubbing cheeks with and panting together as they shared a moment Tasha simply couldn't understand. Instead she just lay there, sticky, hot and confused as the twitching male finished dragged his freshly spent shaft free from between her sore nether lips with a messy shlorp.

The two freshly sated lovers departed shortly after, all aglow, nuzzling, licking and recalling details about their experience with their respective partners. While Tasha was left sore, aching and utterly embarrassed, Seraph seemed completely unphased. He paid little mind to her situation, conversing, joking and laughing with the other patrons who had witnessed the whole thing. She overheard him giving consent to 'share the video' they had captured of the scene which only seemed to make her heart flutter with anxiousness. There she sat in a puddle of another male's fluids while he waved a dismissive paw at showing the world what had happened here...

She wasn't the only one sprawling in sexual fluids however as the growing pool of dragon seed now encompassed a large area of the floor. Trails of cummy paw prints were spread about the location as unwary patrons tacked the remnants of this dirty little tryst all over. It even claimed the dignity of a young server girl, the well groomed giraffe slipping and tumbling through the mess. By the time Ser had helped the poor woman to her feet she was literally dripping with his scent and, by the way Tasha saw him looking at her, she could tell he'd have been interested in soaking other parts of her if she'd been more interested in entertaining guests than serving drinks.

Still, it was probably better that she wasn't all that interested in him, he had too much energy to stay stand in one place any more he needed to move, he needed... The background beat swung wide into a warm rhythmic techno that he instantly found his tail swishing to. It didn't take long before his paws followed suit and, with it, came the rest of his body; he needed to dance. The crowd had plenty of pretty young things to sate his urges with all he had to do was...

Find her. She stood there at the edge of the crowd draped in cloak of charcoal-brushed black scales, her young, healthy earfins splayed wide to show off the color of their spines. She needed no glow sticks or paint to accent her features, this delicious morsel was naturally luminescent and her beauty drew him in like a lure. The soft electric blue streaks and shimmering patches of radiance only accented the shapely curves of her feminine body. She held herself with an air of dignity and unbudging pride but beneath the layer of draconic supremacy, he could almost feel her begging for attention.

Her glowing wing claw plucked a cherry from her drink and lazily brought the sweet treat to her mouth where she slowly extended her violate tongue and wrapped it lewdly around the round red morsel. The display had certainly caught his attention as the gorgeous girl drew her treat slowly back in between her lips. The brash male was not at all shy with his approach, admiring the intricately designed quicksilver chest broach and matching wrist cuffs fitted specifically for her four limbs. Seraph had no shame as he stood before her at half mast and gave the black dragoness a through looking over. She casually set her drink down and waited with a slight raise of an eye ridge, giving the interested male a coy, questioning look.

The red drake gave the other dragon a soft nip at the wing as he swung his weight to one side, snapping his tail straight out to the side and held there. She looked more than a little startled and, when she didn't take action, he slid around and nipped her again, this time softly on the side of her neck. His body brushed against hers as he put his forepaw down to the dance floor and began bouncing his weight slightly from side to side. Still she didn't take the hint but the big drake didn't give up, circling around her and stepping purposefully over her tail as he moved to the other side, still bobbing to the hard rhythm surging through the building. His energy was infectious and, little by little, she let herself go, her grin growing as she stepped more out into the open and matched his motions.

Tasha had never seen Seraph dance like this and, if it had been her out there with him, she might have loved to find out about this side of him. But as it stood, she only sat there beside the bar, tail curled around her forepaw as he showed a new side of himself to another female. Her eyes swirled with the telltale signs of exhausted insecurity. The crowd that had started dispersing began reforming, all of them anticipating another scene of debauchery; but unlike her, they all waited eagerly to see what would come next.

However, nothing seemed to come of it. There was certainly much bodily contact as the two twined bodies and swung around one another but, much to the determent of Tasha's stressful anxiety, that seemed all he was interested in. They flowed like water against one another, the two building to a furious rhythm as if communicating on a level the poor turquoise dragoness couldn't even fathom. Wings and limbs touched and pressed, then passed and slid away in a dazzling display before they'd meet in the middle with barely an inch between their noses, each taking in the other's scent through flared nostrils. And, just when she expected them to pounce upon one another, they'd turn away and shake their tails.

Again and again motions like this would put poor Tasha's heart in a vice and suddenly shunt her fears away with a simple shift of their bodies. It was becoming exhausting just to watch! But, as the song reached its climax, all her fears seemed justified as her mate took the black dragoness' neck in his jaws and led her around, the bite soft but firm as he encircled and drew her up onto her hind legs and further still to the tips of her hind toes. By now she seemed so at ease in his grip that, when he let her go, she fell backward as if she'd fainted.

Tasha wasn't the only spectator to draw in a sharp, surprised breath as the ton of dragoness fell toward the dance floor at a freefall pace. But quick as lightning, Seraph's large wing swept beneath the plummeting female and cushioned the fall to where she barely felt the landing at all. Instead she lay there, trapped against him, panting breathless with wide eyes as he smiled down at his glorious partner.

And that might have been the end of it. He really had just come to dance and expend a little of this pent up energy but, when then the soft smooth curve of another tail brushing along the side of his snout, it couldn't be helped if it caught his attention. The contact was brief but carried with it the scent of something tantalizingly inviting. His head curved up and back just in time to catch a pair of blue haunches disappear around behind him. As he swung his head around to the other side, the big red came nose to nose with a gorgeous example of draconic femininity.

Oh she stood out like a jewel amongst the crowd, the sleek flow of her reptilian body and soft blue hide like a field of sapphires accented by glowing stripes of baby blue. Her black sweeping horns were decorated with jeweled bands and she wore a silver studded black collar that clung to her shapely neck with delicious precision. The dragoness was smaller than he at about Tasha's size but with an air that spoke volumes of her unbound attitude. Her green eyes starred directly into his with a mischievous hunger that was hard to misinterpret.

She remained in place for only a moment but even in that short span of time, Seraph knew he had to peruse this prize- thought he was loathe to discard the beauty he had found already. She slipped by him and, as those shapely haunches passed within striking distance, his nostrils flared with a rush of excitement. As luck would have it, it seemed his dance partner had little issue adding a third body into this heated little tango and, as a new rhythm began building, the two girls silently introduced one another as they began swaying their gorgeously attractive bodies together in sync.

The females were as good together as he had been but it gave him time to circle around and give them both a good eying over before joining in. The blue dragoness had a cute deep blooming red bow tied around her tailbase creating distinct point that purposefully drew the eyes. The powerful male slide up against his colorful counterpart, stepping right in and pressing her between himself and the black as they're bodies stepped back and forth across the dance floor without missing a beat.

The crowd had begun to gather again, closing off Tasha's view of what was going on out there. She didn't know why she insisted on torturing herself- she had no idea why she wanted to know what Seraph was doing and even the act of getting to the front of the circle made the sticky mess left under her tail squish embarrassingly between her thighs. Upon pushing her nose through the barrier of bodies, it came as a relief to find the three of them still just dancing, though the act had gotten a little more physical with her mate rubbing his chin and neck all along the blue dragoness.

The three of them rolled and grazed against one another as they let the energy of the song infuse their motions. And just when the green dragoness felt her mind slipping into a state of relaxation, Seraph spoke the first words between the three of them;

"You're in heat."

They were spoken directly at the blue dragoness but it was hardly said in secret. Everyone for three rows could hear what he'd said and, the moment it registered, it made little Tasha's ears suddenly perk up. The dragoness neither denied nor confirmed the accusation, just swung her tail wide with a coy little grin curling at the edge of her snout. Ser returned the grin, his dance continuing as if nothing were amiss.

"I'm not usually one for being teased." He rumbled, suddenly standing fully over the glowing black dragoness with his paws stroking slowly up along the curve of her throat while his body rocked, taking hers for a ride.

"What makes you think I'm teasing?" Replied the blue dragoness with a deliciously seductive prrrr, stepping forward to press her muzzle to the other female's snout.

Seraph thrummed in deep delight as he watched the black hen's eyes go wide with surprise for only a moment, before melting into the embrace, letting her jaw part to deepen the embrace. A shift of green in the crowd caught his eye. There sat his faithful mate, her body perched on edge of worry as she danced back and forth slightly, anxiously. He'd almost forgotten about her but it was good she was watching; he wanted to make sure she was here for this.

The big drake could feel the blood in his veins pulsing rapidly- though he wasn't sure if it were because of the vigorous dance or the scent of this delicious little blue hen on the air. Either way, he didn't have any notion to hold back as he leapfrogged over the two kissing girls, sliding from one backside down the other. The black dragoness flushed slightly as the sight of an erecting drakehood caught her eye. While her red-scaled counterpart couldn't see the tapered log emerging from the big male's wet slit, she could certainly feel it rubbing stickly across her shoulder.

It wasn't just idle speculation that had him so roused however as he stood on the tips of his hind paws and sprawled down the length of her backside. His powerful forepaw curled around the base of that silky tail and aggressively hauled it up out of the way so he could get his snout up next to his new prize. His tail curled and stroked around the two kissing muzzles as he took in the delightful sight and scent of that exposed vent. While one paw held her tail up out of the way, the other reached in to hook the edge of her tantalizing sex, pealing it open to expose the rich pink flesh of her insides to his probing tongue.

He made a show of it, slowly, sinuously grazing that long oral organ over those heated folds, collecting a bit of that slippery, sticky fluid before retreating to rub it all over the roof of his mouth. He didn't even have to look to know Tasha was watching, he could almost feel her eyes burning holes in the back of his head. Seraph didn't get to enjoy his treat for very long however, as the sexy female soon slipped out from beneath the aroused male, purposefully pressing her body against his as she worked free. The great drake growled lustfully, licking his lips as he circled around like a cat on the prowl.

"I don't think I've tasted anything so sweet." He rumbled with a toothy grin, stalking the blue dragoness as she slowly circled around the sitting black, matching her step for step. His lovely little tease held her tail at a slight arch, encouraging the needy male to keep his head lowered to catch glimpses of object of his desire.

With a sudden double hop forward, the red drake made swift work of the space between the two drakes and, in an instant, had his jaws around her neck with a very lusty growl. Sensing herself becoming a third wheel in this act, the black dragoness shifted to quietly take her leave but Ser seemed to have other plans. Realizing his glowing treat was about to get away, the stiff male suddenly rolled to the side with jaws still latched around his fertile prey and fell bodily upon the dark dragoness. The two girls seemed wholly taken by this unexpected action, leaving them both sprawling awkwardly upon the ground.

Releasing the blue's neck, it took only a moment for those mighty paws to collect and drag those pretty black hind ankles around, leaving the confused dragoness belly up and blinking at the large, dominantly aggressive male.

"And where do you think you're going?" He growled down at her with a wide, toothy grin.

She didn't have time to answer as she felt that large, powerful body rock forward. Oh she'd watched what he'd done to those other girls, she'd even spotted his powerful erection glistening and dripping with lust as she'd kissed the pretty cerulean female, but even then she didn't expect what came next. His forepaws caught her wrists and, as he penetrated her innocent sex, she understood why. The sudden intrusion of that hot log of drakeflesh wedging into her silken folds, pushing in this way and that to stretch her out around his bare shaft was enough to make her tense and wreathe in pleasure.

On and in he went, a seemingly endless supply of lust being shoved wholesale deep between her thighs, the large male giving her no quarter. It wasn't until she felt those powerful hips grind flush against her undertail that he stopped shoving into her, the big red drake pausing to lick his lips and wag his tail in delight at her reaction. There were many eyes watching but it was the close pair of green eyes from the blue dragoness grinningly watching her get nailed that added a hot blush to the quivering moan she exhaled. She hadn't asked for this, hadn't even alluded to her desire but somehow he knew just what she wanted and had given it all to her in one vent-yawning thrust.

The big male let off a soft growling huff of his own, his hips refusing to stay still for long as he tugged his ribbed flesh slowly and entirely from the achingly tight depths of this gorgeous hen. He held himself aloft, showing off his glossy cockflesh literally dripping with the nectar of this freshly sampled female for a moment before lowering his body and rolling his hips to plunge back inside her warm, welcoming body. The display was for anyone to enjoy, but it was meant for one in particular as the big male followed up with a series of short, deep thrusts before repeating the action, letting his own lust cool before going at her a third time.

Ser certainly had not forgotten the real prize lying there, watching her playmate's body rocking back and forth against the dance floor. After finding a nice slow rhythm, he leaned over and quickly took up that lovely blue muzzle in a greedy, aggressive and amazingly passionate embrace. Tasha let off the softest of whine as she watched her mate make love to two other girls. She couldn't remember the last time they kissed like that and it tied her stomach in knots to watch...

"Rrrrrl... such a good little hen. Shame my mate isn't as good as either of you." He chortled the comment casually. Tasha's ears drooped. "Why don't you climb on up here?" He added with a grin, speaking to the blue while patting the black's belly.

The lounging female grinned wide at the invitation, not at all opposed to finding a nice, comfy place to sprawl on top of her feminine lover. Ser stood back on his hind legs, letting his wet erection slip free from his first female's wet embrace as a second, saucy vent slid into place. The two ladies wasted no time in reaffirming their sultry bond, licking and rubbing each other, sliding tongues against one another in a very lewd display while the dominant male took his place above them both.

Gripping his tapered shaft in one paw, he gave it a stroke or two before lining it up with that needy, fertile vent and, with his other paw on her rump, guided the estrus laden female down to impale herself on his meaty rod. The blue dragoness let out a long sultry moan around the lesbian kiss as she indulged in the sensation of having a powerful drake spear his way deep inside her unprotected sex. The motion was smooth and complete, the big horny male finishing the first incredible thrust with his paws at her hips and his maleslit kissing her dripping, needy vent.

"Krrr, yisss, atta girl. Such a tight little thing you are-SSsss...!" He hissed and tensed, flexing his toeclaws in pleasure. "Ooh, you keep squeezing like that and I won't have time to get you off before I put a clutch in that pretty belly of yours." He growled with a heady grin, gently rocking his shaft within her in slow rhythm to the backbeat hammering out all around them.

Tasha was utterly torn, part of her was more aroused than she could ever remember being and yet, at the same time, she was completely disgusted and angry at Seraph for doing this to her. Every word he spoke, every action he took was laced with a hint of taunting tease that only she would recognize. All the other onlookers simply thought this was another day in their life which, in itself, was meant to add to the turmoil brewing in her mind. That could be her there sprawled on her back, even if he'd chosen to breed another female against her protests, she could still be a part of this dirty carnal act. Instead he'd chosen to have his way with other girls, leaving her there watch with the sticky residue of another male she hadn't wanted squishing wetly under her tail.

She caught herself, wondering if she really had a desire to be a part of this lustful debauchery? She whined again, heavens alive she was so confused! Seraph, though, seemed to have no conflict at all as he rode the saucy blue dragoness without a hint of hesitation.

The black dragoness beneath was like a shock absorber, helping disperse the rough impacts as the big male buried his flesh deep under that eagerly arched tail again and again, pounding away at the last vestiges of resistance. The pressure building in his loins was the only thing keeping him from splattering a clutch under the tail of this luscious hen and he seemed to have no problem rubbing it away on those silky soft inner walls of hers. Dragon breeding was a messy matter, long sticky strands of intermingled fluid clung to their bodies, webbed strands connecting the three lizards in this primal affair.

Ser seemed quite aware of this fact and, despite the clenching protest from both his body and hers, the big male slid completely free. Generous globs of hot sticky precum drizzled from his twitching shaft stringing between her sweetly gaping breeding tunnel and his rock-stiff drakehood. Around he sauntered, leaving the two girls entirely in the embrace of one another before coming to sit proudly at the head of the two hens.

They had certainly noticed his absence but it wasn't until his large paw came up and curled behind the horn and head of the young blue dragoness that they broke their intimate kiss. Stroking her pretty little ear, he guided that sweet muzzle up and out beside his erect maleness and began painting the lovely hen with the sticky mixture of scents. The needy female eagerly languished in the attention, her long wet tongue slipping out to curl and caress that spear of flesh greedily all while having her muzzle bathed in the rich musky scent of a breeding male's pre.

There was a second tongue as well, he could feel, the slender, silky appendage rolling across the edge of his male vent, caressing and rubbing his muscular ribbed base. They were such perfect playmates and he made a point to say so out loud as well, encouraging them to clean him off completely while quietly drooling his scent all over their snouts.

While Seraph had been holding the blue dragoness purposefully, with all the attention being lavished on his gender, his guard slackened enough for the needy girl to make a quick and unexpected move. It was hard for her to resist the temptation and, indeed, if her male counterpart had taught her anything tonight it was not to resist her urges. With a neat little maneuver, she parted her jaw and engulfed as much of his flesh as she could reach in one swift gulp. Seraph hissed and tensed; this shift in location had been to help cool off the fires of his lust and the powerful jaw of a greedy female was hardly less of a hot welcoming hole than her vent.

Still, he couldn't help but indulge his own curiosity some. Once settled he slowly fed his shaft into that wanting muzzle, her angular snout and long slender throat taking it all like a good girl. With eyes half-lidded and lips pursed, she squeezed the muscular orifice around his masculine flesh. Then she swallowed.

Oh by the heavens above! He could have let her nurse on him all night long like that and the open maw, tongue dangling, huffing pant on his face told as much. But he could feel his desire starting to flow forward again and he still had two girls to finish. Slowly, reluctantly, the big male stepped back. He almost had to hold the eager little female in place as he withdrew, her tongue following his retreat to its fullest extent.

Just as quickly as he'd come, the large male sauntered around behind the two hens and readily mounted the pair of haunches provided for his indulgence. Without hesitation, the big red curled his paws around both hips and hauled the black dragoness up into a more favorable position and eagerly plunged his feral breeding pole deep inside that vulnerable sex. He grinned wide, relishing the sensual gasp of pleasure from his black-scaled partner.

She was every bit as good as the tasty dragoness that sprawled on her belly; beautiful, open minded, passionate and ever the tight rut. It was hard to hold back as their bodies swayed in unison, the big male gripping and grunting as he hammered away at that slick wet vent. He took her solely for her pleasure, to make the knot in her belly grow into a tail twisting, toe curling, back arching explosion of desire.

It was hard for the great drake not to blow his load inside her warm, twitching muscular passage but, with a deep calming breath, he slowed his frantic pace to a methodic roll of the hips, stroking her wet walls to draw out her desire. Lowering her back to the floor, the big male let his drooling shaft slip free with a moist shlop and wasted not a moment pouncing upon the dragoness who would offer him sweet relief at last.

He growled and took her suddenly by the neck, her gasp of shock followed shortly by a vivid tremble that shook her from tip to tail. She tried to arch her neck back to see what he was doing but the needy male didn't give her allowance to do so as his wet shaft slipped up between her hinds and suddenly sank right in the hilt. From this point forward, the horny drake let nothing get between him and his release; not this female's snug vice-tight vent, not the brood of tantalizing eggs waiting impatiently at the other end of this fertile tunnel he was stuffed inside and certainly not the starring eyes of his mate watching from the crowd of onlookers waiting to see what he would do.

Seraph threw his weight into the effort, his paws curled around those wide child-bearing hips as he hammered away, driving all the way in with each hungry thrust. He wasn't sure how long he'd last and he certainly didn't want to miss his mark on accident! The poor girl whimpered and whined, neck outstretched as a counterbalance with eyes closed as she took the rough feral rutting without complaint. Her soft vent stretched lewdly around the great drake, swallowing him whole as he went to town. With one pair of jaws around her neck and another delicate pair nibbling up along her throat, she couldn't help but tremble in utter pleasure.

Then it happened, that shock of bliss that started somewhere in the core of her belly and burst outward in all directions like a firecracker. A wave of heat rushed to the tips of her toes, tingled down the length of her gloriously arched tail and left her a limp mass of fuckable flesh as the horny male drove her through one orgasm and straight into another before finally finding his own relief. The surge of hot liquid lust that shot up into her soaked passage had her drooling in pleasure. And he didn't stop there, his hips and body gyrating as he aggressively pounded his clutch deep between those fine haunches.

The poor blue dragoness shuddered and moaned as she felt her first brood being sired, stretched out in every way, bred until she was sore and left soaked in the scent of another drake until she was literally dripping with it from both ends. Even after two previous climaxes with two other girls and filling this one to the brim, the healthy male still had enough in him to leave this pretty hen's freshly bred vent simply drooling with the excess of his lust.

The crowd snickered and cheered as the hefty drake sired his clutch, pouring his seed into the deepest depths of the smaller female. Tasha could hear whispers of amusement, arousal and was even nudged in the shoulder as one of her neighbors pointed and mentioned how lucky he was to have found such a willing tail. She took it all in numbly, her emotional state so jumbled it was hard to tell anger from arousal.

It took quite a while for the panting, dripping trio to come down from their high. By the time Ser had radiated enough heat to return to his senses, it was clear this young mother was already well on her way to bearing him a healthy brood. He'd layered her vent with enough cum to sired a dozen clutches, but he supposed having his sperm racing toward the ripe eggs of her womb and even now nuzzling inside their soft shells to insure his claim on her belly would just have to be enough for one night. He rumbled and groomed her neck in soothing affection, her sore undertail still yawning around his fat flesh as the excess of their carnal lust dripped in long sticky strands onto the tailbase of an equally as satisfied black.

Seraph didn't look back, too much enthralled with his newest catch to notice Tasha slipping through the crowd toward the exit. Standing on the steps before the door, she gave him one last glance back. Things would have to change between them after this, that much she knew. But, as she subconsciously slid a paw long the curve of her belly and down between her thighs to ease the sting of her own arousal, how they would change was still uncertain.

By the time Ser had dislodged himself from the freshly bred depths of the lovely blue dragoness and the three of them finally parted ways, the big male found his counterpart nowhere to be found. Unworried, the big male concluded the night was still young and opted to dance and socialize with the other patrons. Without his dragoness there to watch, his sex drive seemed to be sated... at least for the moment. Though thoughts of what he might do next to top this evening were always in the back of his mind.